Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 447

In a heartbeat, Marguerite’s body was trembling, her legs shaking.

She approached the car, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch Frederick’s shoulder, “Fred…Frederick, what happened? Wake up, wake up…”

Frederick did not react, and all that awaited her was a deathly silence.

Suddenly, Marguerite’s head was buzzing, and she pushed Frederick again with more force..

“Frederick, don’t scare me. Wake up, wake up!”

Her voice, tinged with a sob, had scarcely ceased when Frederick rolled towards her.

Taken aback, Marguerite instinctively extended her arms to catch him, only to realize he was soaked through.

Touching him, she realized he was covered in blood!

Hayes, only to find the little guy already crying desperately,

had been ambushed? Who would dare to ambush Frederick? Did

deathly pale, his breathing heavy

calm down, mustering all her strength to drag Frederick from the driver’s seat. She then shouldered his body, stumbling her way into

being almost six feet tall, was

she gritted her teeth and managed to

the light, Frederick’s white shirt was thoroughly stained with blood, the crimson glaringly

unbearable, and Marguerite could not help but shed

by helplessly, tugged at Marguerite’s nightgown, crying so hard he could barely speak,

situation, and she was so panicked that her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But she couldn’t afford to

her hands into fists, steadying herself enough to regain

hot water right now, and the first

of blood on his

he turned and ran off. Now, she

but she